St. Vincent - The Strangers Lyrics

Lover, I don't play to win for the thrill until I'm spent
Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker
And I threw flowers in your face on my sisters wedding day
Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker

You showed up with a black eye looking to start a fight
Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker
Playboys under your mattress like I wouldn't notice
Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker

What do I share?
What do I keep from all the strangers who sleep where I sleep?

Desperate don't look good on you neither does your virtue
Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker
Good souls have more better sons, better sons were worse once
Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker

What do I share?
What do I keep from all the stranger who sleep where I sleep?

You showed up with a black eye looking to finish a fight
And lover I don't play to win for the thrill until I'm spent
Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker